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[billycw]

“But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad."
"How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.”

― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Pablo Picasso 1909


The Hashischin Dinner Party

It was 1908, a hole in the wall cafe with a heavy layer of thick smoke sharing the air for existence will set the stage for the nights madness.

Pablo Picasso was friends with existing remnants of the original 'Club des Hashischins' members and was known to frequent the 'Cabaret des Assassins' (The Lapin Agile) legendary for hash parties late into the Paris night's. Maybe continuing in the historic clubs traditions a hashish dinner party was continued by Picasso.

Picasso with Fernande Oliver his mistress, Guillame Apollinaire & Marie Laurencin arrive at their favorite hangout of the time the 'Cafe Azon'. A regular Paris night made special with the plan of a Hashish...

Les Invités (The Guests) - Marie Laurencin - 1908 (Picasso, Laurencin, Apollinaire, Fernande Olivier)


"Apollinaire was having the time of his life in an imaginary brothel; Marie Laurencin, ever controlled and dignified, left early to return to her mother and her cat; and Picasso was lost in a horrible vision that he had come up against a wall and could no longer progress or develop. In his nightmare he shrieked that he had discovered photography, that there was nothing left for him to learn, that he was condemned to paint the same thing over and over again"

- Fernande Oliver (Picasso's mistress) recalled about that night


The night would have gone down in history unnoticed, like so many others, although this night would be captured in canvas for all time...

Marie Laurencin would capture the night in paint in her 1908 work Les Invités (The Guests). Marie would paint herself presenting a flower, hinting at the nights intoxicant?

While in her painting Un Réunion a la Campagne (A Reunion in the Country), that is believed to be of a second hashish party the following year, she pictures herself as reclining as a host would do.

Whether Marie was a host or just a participant, the tradition was captured by her assuring the night's will always live in color.

Un Réunion a la Campagne (A Reunion in the Country) - Marie Laurencin - 1909 (the poets Marguerite Gillot and Maurice Cremnitz are among those added to the 2nd 'party')


Next time your sparking the bowl before the nights planned dinner party...

Lean back, blow out the smoke and smile because the spirit of the 'Club des Hashischins' lives on...

Marie Laurencin

 

[billycw]

2 little girls sitting on a 1924 Reading Standard, oh and the gorgeous cannabis plant in the background. photo undated

 

[billycw]

Get Up, Stand Up

Preacher man, don't tell me,
Heaven is under the earth.
I know you don't know
What life is really worth.
It's not all that glitters is gold;
half the story has never been told:
So now you see the light,
Stand up for your rights.

Get Up, Stand Up,
stand up for your right
Get Up, Stand Up,
don't give up the fight

Most people think,
Great God will come from the skies,
Take away everything
And make everybody feel high.
But if you know what life is worth,
You will look for yours on earth:
And now you see the light,
You stand up for your rights.

Get Up, Stand Up,
stand up for your right
Get Up, Stand Up,
don't give up the fight

We sick an' tired of-a your ism-skism game -
Dyin' 'n' goin' to heaven in-a Jesus' name.
We know when we understand:
Almighty God is a living man.
You can fool some people sometimes,
But you can't fool all the people all the time.
So now we see the light,
We gonna stand up for our rights!

-Bob Marley


'Get Up, Stand Up' was the last song Bob Marley ever performed on stage... September 23, 1980 at the Stanley Theater in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

Police constable 'Denver Sas' smokes a water pipe known as a "hubbly bubbly" filled with marijuana on May 11, 1995 before the start of a protest march to legalize cannabis in Cape Town, South Africa

 

[Mrs.Babba]

Nice, he's taking a huge hit!! lol

 

[billycw]

Pittsburgh Post Gazette
Jul 19, 1957
Article: Marine Flamethrowers Take Care of Marijuana Crop


Propaganda video of the same incident from 1957...

http://www.gettyimages.com/detail/v...-a-field-of-illegal-news-footage/1B012349_021


Pittsburgh Post Gazette, Jul 19, 1957

 

[billycw]

“In the land of the skunks he who has half a nose is king.”

― Chris Farley

Practical skunk raising by William Pratt - 1915

 

[PrimalHaze]

Haha ^^ very appropriate^^

thanks for all the cool posts! Im loving the police with the hubbly bubbly

 

[Hermanthegerman]

A audio vintage found at it best

The Limeliters

her we go check it out (Song 1)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FakIaWVelE

 

[billycw]

Rose and Mueller Greenhouse - Wichita, Kansas 1883 - Located at the intersection of Guthrie and High Streets (Guthrie is now known as Hood, High Street may have been in vicinity of present 23rd Street)

 

[_tessarecting]

Finally megayields avatar makes sense

 

[billycw]

The day book,
June 09, 1913
Article: Fumes of Hasheesh

The day book, June 09, 1913

fire fighter smoke inhalation
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_stmUPkRjY

[YOUTUBEIF]y_stmUPkRjY[/YOUTUBEIF]

 

[billycw]

The Smoke Off

In the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob’ly knew her well.
She’d been stoned fifteen of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.
Her legend finally reached New York, that Grove Street walk up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin’ fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says, "Hell, I can roll em faster, Jim, than any chick can smoke!"

So a note gets sent to San Rafael, "For the Championship of the World
The Kid demands a smoke off!" "Well, bring him on!" says Pearl,
"I'll grind his fingers off his hands, he'll roll until he drops!"
Says Calistog, "I'll smoke that twist till she blows up and pops!"
So they rent out Yankee Stadium and the word is quickly spread
"Come one, come all, who walk or crawl, price Just two lids a head
And from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed
The world's greatest dopers, with the Worlds greatest weed
Hashishers from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru
And the Shamnicks from Bagun who puff the deadly Pugaroo
And those who call it Light of Life and those that call it boo.

See the dealers and their ladies wearing turquoise, lace, and leather
See the narcos and the closet smokers puffin’ all together
From the teenies who smoke legal to the ones who've done some time
To the old man who smoked "reefer" back before it was a crime
And the grand old house that Ruth built is filled with the smoke and cries
Of fifty thousand screaming heads all stoned out of their minds.
And they play the national anthem and the crowd lets out a roar
As the spotlight hits The Kid and Pearl, ready for their smokin' war
At a table piled up high with grass, as high as a mountain peak
Just tops and buds of the rarest flowers, not one stem, branch or seed.

Maui Wowie, Panama Red and Acapulco Gold.
Kif from East Afghanistan and rare Alaskan Cold.
Sticks from Thailand, Ganja from the Islands, and Bangkok's Bloomin' Best.
And some of that wet imported shit that capsized off Key West.
Oaxacan tops and Kenya Bhang and Riviera Fleurs.
And that rare Manhatten Silver that grows down in the New York sewers.
And there's bubblin’ ice cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches.
And there's Hershey’s bars, and Oreos, case anybody gets the munchies.
And the Calistoga Kid, he sneers, and Pearly, she just grins.
And the drums roll low and the crowd yells "GO!" and the world’s first Smoke Off begins.

Kid flicks his magic fingers once and ZAP! that first joint’s rolled.
Pearl takes one drag with her mighty lungs and WOOSH! that roach is cold.
Then The Kid he rolls his Super Bomb that’d paralyze a moose.
And Pearley takes one super hit and SLURP! that bomb’ defused.
Then he rolls three in just ten seconds and she smokes 'em up in nine,
And everybody sits back and says, "This just might take some time."
See the blur of flyin’ fingers, see the red coal burnin’ bright
As the night turns into mornin’ and the mornin’ fades to night
And the autumn turns to summer and a whole damn year is gone
But the two still sit on that roach filled stage, smokin' and rollin' on
With tremblin’ hands he rolls his jays with fingers blue and stiff
She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze, and puffs through blistered lips.
And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold
The Kid he gasps, "Goddamn it, shit, there's nothin' left to roll!"
"Nothin’ left to roll?", screams Pearl, "Is this some twisted joke?"
"I didn't come here to fuck around, man, I come here to SMOKE!"
And she reaches 'cross the table And grabs his bony sleeves
And she crumbles his body between her hands like dried and brittle leaves
Flickin' out his teeth and bones like useless stems and seeds
And then she rolls him in a Zig Zag and lights him like a roach.
And the fastest man with the fastest hands goes up in a puff of smoke.

In the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob’ly know her well.
She’s been stoned twenty one of her twenty four years, and the story’s widely told.
How she still can smoke them faster than anyone can roll
While off in New York City on a street that has no name.
There's the hands of the Calistoga Kid in the Viper Hall of Fame
And underneath his fingers there's a little golden scroll
That says, Beware of Bein’ the Roller When There's Nothin’ Left to Roll.

-By Shel Silverstein

 

[billycw]

Time, Magazine
Feb. 3, 1930
Article: Something


"There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware"

-Stephen Stills

In the Clutches of the Gang (1914) Movie


Time, Magazine - Feb. 3, 1930

The Keystone Kops

vintage American Anti-Police Brutality Propaganda Poster

 

[billycw]

Arnaut and his dog by Jean Leon gerome - 19th century


The kindness of a friend
(These are my own thoughts, based off my own experiences.)


In the age of dosing with whatever the vets hands you blindly for pain of your best friend, there may be a better way...

Looking at the 19th century painting by Jean Leon Gerome of Arnaut blowing smoke at his dog, you may initially think of a boyhood type prank played on a loyal friend. But what may be hidden in plain sight it a friend easing the pains of aging for a friend in kindness...

No! I'm not advising blowing smoke into your dog, cat, sleeping girlfriend, (fill in the blank) face...

We have come a long way with a safer easier delivery device. I perfer to use coconut oil but many liquid extractions could be used i.e. olive oil(little oily for oral delivery but will work), butter (but requires the extra step of making edibles and dosing accurately),...

So for my coconut oil I use roughly a 1 gram(1,000mg) per 8 oz (1 cup) extraction. This has proven for us to be a good base to work from.

Now to what this could replace, naturally, for your best friend? Pain, arthritis, pain associated with old age, after surgery pain regiment, mass reduction(controversial), many symptoms that steroid's are typically thrown at,... and many others.

The biggest drug that this treatment can usually replace is 'rimadyl'. Vets love to throw this drug at cases, but this is horrible to a animals liver and does really bad damage internally when taken long term... (Many others can be replace but this is the only example I feel comfortable about mentioning.)

What exactly to use this treatment on is not for me to say in the end, only observations of a wall flower...

Dosage for use in pain on dogs. For pain in dogs I would start low. The rough estimate for the 1 gram per cup solution would be about .1ml or .1cc per 20 pounds given 1-3 times a day.

For an example I will use a 60 pound dog. I would start at a dosage of .1ml, observe for 2-3 hours, if more is needed for pain another .1ml is given. If no improvement is witnessed by the next dosage time(recommended at 8 hours apart) .2ml is given with the same 2-3 hours of observing after increase in dose.

This may work for may friends out there... In the end it is up to you to take care and decide what is best for your best friend given all the best information you can gain. This is merely a strangers observations...

 

[billycw]

“In youth, it was a way I had,
To do my best to please.
And change, with every passing lad
To suit his theories.

But now I know the things I know
And do the things I do,
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you.”

― Dorothy Parker

'First Prize' vintage poster, photo by Raffaelli (I believe Ron) 1973

 

[billycw]

"The happy effects of the smoke of tobacco in restoring drowned persons to life"

- Dr. Brubier of Paris (in 'A Physical Dissertation on Drowning:') 1746

A Calm at a Mediterranean Port - Claude-Joseph Vernet - 1770 - A pipe smoker possibly waiting for his chance to resuscitate


A Pipe for What?

In a 1746 book 'A Physical Dissertation on Drowning:' by Rowland Jackson, a very odd use for a smoking pipe emerges from history...

Its the early 18th century... Sitting back, relaxing on the banks of the Seine river in Passy, France a soldier takes a deserved break from the day to puff on his pipe.

As he is puffing his cares away, he notices a commotion down at the shore...

A woman on crossing the river had fallen overboard. Lifeless with a growing panicked crowd the husband starts to grieve...

From the 1746 book 'A Physical Dissertation on Drowning:'

"Whilst some of the Spectators of this melancholy Accident were advising to hang her by the Heels; and others ordering different Measures to be taken, a Soldier with his Pipe in his Mouth, came to ask the Reason of such a Concourse of People; upon being inform'd of the Accident, he desir'd the disconsolate Husband to give over weeping, because his Wife would return to Life very soon. Then giving his Pipe to the Husband, he bid him introduce the small End of it into the Anus, put a Piece of Paper perforated with a large Number of Holes upon its Mouth, and thro' that blow. the Smoke of the Tobacco into her Intestines, as strongly as he possibly could. Accordingly at the fifth Blast, a considerable rumbling in the Woman's Abdomen was heard, upon which she discharg'd some Water from her Mouth and in a Moment after return'd to Life."

Tobacco Resuscitation From Hungarian Rescue Museum in Orrling


So this pipe smoking Jesus calmly walks over to a crowd surrounding a drowned wife, and suggest to the husband to stick his pipe up her ass and shotgun the smoke in...

Not only does he do it, it fucking worked....

Incredibly enough that this 'Fonzie' dudes move with the pipe worked, but became the standard practice to resuscitate drowning victims up until about the 1820's...

In 1774, The “The Institution for Affording Immediate Relief to Persons Apparently Dead From Drowning” (today's present day 'Royal Humane Society') in London decided the tobacco smoke enema was indeed the best method to resuscitate after drowning. The tobacco smoke enema pipes were placed all along the boardwalk of the Thames river.

Standard protocol? Drag drowning victim ashore, turn then over, pull down their pants, stick a pipe up their ass, light & blow...

I couldn't imagine the awkward shouts from the crowd as this is going on...

'don't blow smoke up my ass'


From this crazy medical treatment in time we also get a long lasting quip, 'don't blow smoke up my ass'...

So not only can you take away the meaning of don't feed me shit or complimenting someone insincerely out of the old 'don't blow smoke up my ass', but also the new angle, I ain't dead yet...

Honorable mention to 'blow it out your ass'...



And no, I'm not just blowing smoke up your ass...

vintage lucky strike cigarette ad

 

[Mrs.Babba]

View Image


The Smoke Off

In the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob’ly knew her well.
She’d been stoned fifteen of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.
Her legend finally reached New York, that Grove Street walk up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin’ fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says, "Hell, I can roll em faster, Jim, than any chick can smoke!"

So a note gets sent to San Rafael, "For the Championship of the World
The Kid demands a smoke off!" "Well, bring him on!" says Pearl,
"I'll grind his fingers off his hands, he'll roll until he drops!"
Says Calistog, "I'll smoke that twist till she blows up and pops!"
So they rent out Yankee Stadium and the word is quickly spread
"Come one, come all, who walk or crawl, price Just two lids a head
And from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed
The world's greatest dopers, with the Worlds greatest weed
Hashishers from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru
And the Shamnicks from Bagun who puff the deadly Pugaroo
And those who call it Light of Life and those that call it boo.

See the dealers and their ladies wearing turquoise, lace, and leather
See the narcos and the closet smokers puffin’ all together
From the teenies who smoke legal to the ones who've done some time
To the old man who smoked "reefer" back before it was a crime
And the grand old house that Ruth built is filled with the smoke and cries
Of fifty thousand screaming heads all stoned out of their minds.
And they play the national anthem and the crowd lets out a roar
As the spotlight hits The Kid and Pearl, ready for their smokin' war
At a table piled up high with grass, as high as a mountain peak
Just tops and buds of the rarest flowers, not one stem, branch or seed.

Maui Wowie, Panama Red and Acapulco Gold.
Kif from East Afghanistan and rare Alaskan Cold.
Sticks from Thailand, Ganja from the Islands, and Bangkok's Bloomin' Best.
And some of that wet imported shit that capsized off Key West.
Oaxacan tops and Kenya Bhang and Riviera Fleurs.
And that rare Manhatten Silver that grows down in the New York sewers.
And there's bubblin’ ice cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches.
And there's Hershey’s bars, and Oreos, case anybody gets the munchies.
And the Calistoga Kid, he sneers, and Pearly, she just grins.
And the drums roll low and the crowd yells "GO!" and the world’s first Smoke Off begins.

Kid flicks his magic fingers once and ZAP! that first joint’s rolled.
Pearl takes one drag with her mighty lungs and WOOSH! that roach is cold.
Then The Kid he rolls his Super Bomb that’d paralyze a moose.
And Pearley takes one super hit and SLURP! that bomb’ defused.
Then he rolls three in just ten seconds and she smokes 'em up in nine,
And everybody sits back and says, "This just might take some time."
See the blur of flyin’ fingers, see the red coal burnin’ bright
As the night turns into mornin’ and the mornin’ fades to night
And the autumn turns to summer and a whole damn year is gone
But the two still sit on that roach filled stage, smokin' and rollin' on
With tremblin’ hands he rolls his jays with fingers blue and stiff
She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze, and puffs through blistered lips.
And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold
The Kid he gasps, "Goddamn it, shit, there's nothin' left to roll!"
"Nothin’ left to roll?", screams Pearl, "Is this some twisted joke?"
"I didn't come here to fuck around, man, I come here to SMOKE!"
And she reaches 'cross the table And grabs his bony sleeves
And she crumbles his body between her hands like dried and brittle leaves
Flickin' out his teeth and bones like useless stems and seeds
And then she rolls him in a Zig Zag and lights him like a roach.
And the fastest man with the fastest hands goes up in a puff of smoke.

In the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob’ly know her well.
She’s been stoned twenty one of her twenty four years, and the story’s widely told.
How she still can smoke them faster than anyone can roll
While off in New York City on a street that has no name.
There's the hands of the Calistoga Kid in the Viper Hall of Fame
And underneath his fingers there's a little golden scroll
That says, Beware of Bein’ the Roller When There's Nothin’ Left to Roll.

-By Shel Silverstein


View Image

A friend showed me this years ago, said it reminded them of me lol
I used to live in San Rafael lol sooooo who knows hahaha

 

[billycw]

Then the Calistoga Kid I shall be Mrs Babba, although more of a toker then a roller for sport

 

[billycw]

Lyster Dewey's diary was recently bought at a yard sale, what was in them was lost history...

Dewey was a botanist at the U.S. Department of Agriculture starting around 1890. Although Dewey had many plants in his research garden one variety sticks out, Hemp...

That's right, Dewey is the guy who grew hemp for the government in the early days of the 20th century.

Not only was Dewey in charge of Americas Hemp research, his government farm was at Arlington Farms... Yup Dewey grew hemp right where the Pentagon now sits...

Strains like kymington, keijo & chinamington were among the varieties he grew at Arlington Farms.

Lyster Dewey with 13 foot tall plants on Arlington Farms 1929

Lyster Dewey with 'kymington' hemp standing where the pentgon now sits. From Lyster Dewey diaries found at a garage sale...

Arlington Farms... I mean the Pentagon

 

[billycw]

'Hooked' comic book - 1966